* Giles would be paired with Autumn, hmmm? At the back of the pack, Giles shuffled through icy slush, blushing a little, watching Autumn talk with everyone but him. But could he help it, if he was the kind who earned the reputation of finding it easier to talk to his hammers and saws and gimlets than to Shire folk? "Dealing with Dwarves, acts like he's just crawled out from under a rock, that's what comes from messing with metals and cutting down trees" his neighbors would say, shaking their heads with knowing concern. But no other Harfoot had volunteered to go with Bullroarer to Rivendell. *
* Reaching a decision, Giles nodded. Reaching down, he packed a fistful of snow until it glistened soft and smooth. Then, in a pleasant voice he sang out, "Oh Autumn !!!" [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img] He aimed to miss, turned a cartwheel in the snow, stood to his feet, and waved a cordial greeting. *
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